My body stiffens into a stone monolith. I don't know how long we've been together on the floor, but it hurts too much to move. When I perceive the muffled footfalls of Knuckles as he softly opens the door, peers in, and closes it again, I ignore it. I pretend to sleep as I watch his departure. I pretend to sleep as I observe the steady rising and falling of Moon's chest.
He's breathing.
His pace matches my own.
I wonder if he's faking it for my sake or for his.